Customers crowded about, impatient to be served, and she went through the movements of twisting the paper, filling it with chips, and shaking the castor with the automatic swiftness of a machine.
When they were served, the larrikins stood on one side crunching the crisp slices of potato between their teeth with immense relish as they watched the cook stirring the potatoes in the cauldron of boiling fat.
Then they licked the grease off their fingers, lit cigarettes, and sauntered on.

But the chips had whetted their appetites, and the sight of green peas and saveloys made their mouths water.
Men, women, and children sat on the forms round the stall with the stolid air of animals waiting to be fed.

When each received a plate containing a squashy mess of peas and a luscious saveloy, they began to eat with slow, animal satisfaction, heedless of the noisy crowd.

The larrikins sat down and gave their order, each paying for his own.
"Nothin' like a feed ter set a man up," said Chook, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
As he turned, he was surprised to see Stinky Collins and Pinkey in front of the electric battery.

These machines had a singular attraction for the people.